The Dessert Queen

of My Heart

( Charlotte RP and questions blog )

"It really was a delicious cheese cake... My dying mother wanted to eat it, but maybe I should have cured her disease instead. However, that surely wasn't possible."


"The dessert witch, with a tenacious nature. She desires everything. She will never give up. Though she is capable of creating infinite amounts of any dessert she desires, she is unable to make the cheese that she loves most. One could easily catch her off-guard with a piece of cheese. "
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“Don’t worry, Sayaka. It sucks to be alone…
It’s okay. I’ll be beside you… Sayaka.” 

“Don’t worry, Sayaka. It sucks to be alone…

It’s okay. I’ll be beside you… Sayaka.” 

greeniewolf14 sent: Charlotte, is there any sweet you don't like?

I am the queen of all things sweet. It matters not to me what it is.

Oh mother,

I struggle to remember a name.. a face.
 But I know, I know it’s you who invades my thoughts.

I know that presence all to well and even though I cannot remember your face nor your voice… your touch.

I know it’s you that I long for.

what…

why aren’t you here with me? where have you gone again… did you leave me here?

WHY HAVE YOU GONE AGAIN.

You left me to that place, the one with florescent lights and the air of death. you left me… you left me… you left me!

you left me again and I can’t remember where you said you were going. no, you didn’t tell me!

but when did you leave… it feels as though you were just here- you we’re just..

I saw your face, I cannot remember it but I saw your face- I know I did! just before you left me here. Do you not love me?

WHY.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!

I thought you would be happy… I made that wish for you-…

I…

I cannot seem to remember what it was… what was I-

what was I talking about…?

halosydna:

If you wish for hope, an equal amount of despair scatters 
across the world.

(Source: nanaith)